Somethings wrong today. I dont know if it is that maybe the medications are not working or if I am just sick and tired of all this fucking snow. I had two days off work and they were awesome. I go back to work again for week 2 and I am ready to burst a fucking damn. I just wanted to cry, cry my eyes out. Cry because I am worried about my kids getting home from school ok, crying because I am scheduled to work every fucking weekend from now until eternity and my husband is pissed like it is my fault. When HE is the one that forced me back into work when I was not quite ready. I feel like crying because THIS IS NOT HOW I PICTURED IT. Because i want to sit at home and make my jewellery and take my pictures and just fucking be happy. I want to be able to volunteer for things I believe in, and have lunch with friends. I don't want to spend 3 hours with some wanker who is wasting my time finding dresses that will fit their much too fat daughter with an attitude. Then have them leave with nothing.
I want to cuddle up next to the fireplace, have hot steamy sex and drink a bottle of wine. I don't want to worry about getting up tomorrow.
I want to cuddle up next to the fireplace, have hot steamy sex and drink a bottle of wine. I don't want to worry about getting up tomorrow.